“Ha!” she exclaimed, “that is strange! I wonder if it is raining buns from the sky?” She looked up, but she could see none falling from the clouds, and because the bad bear who had thrown the bun was hiding behind the window curtains Beckie could not see him, either.
“Well, I’ll eat it,” the little animal said, and she did, for it was a good bun, even if a bad bear did throw it.
“Ha!” said one of the bad bears to his brother, “I don’t see how you’re going to get her in here to pull her hair just by tossing buns at her.”
“You just watch,” said the first bad bear.
Then he threw another bun, when Beckie wasn’t looking, and this one he did not toss quite so far. It fell nearer to the cave-house of the bad bears.
“Oh joy!” cried Beckie, seeing the second bun, “someone is very good to me to-day!”
Ah! If she had only known.
“See!” exclaimed one bad bear to the other, “that’s how I’m going to get Beckie in here! Every bun she picks up will bring her closer and closer to us, and soon I can jump out and grab her!”
Oh, wasn’t he the bad old bear!
Well, Beckie ate the second bun, and then came a third one, sailing through the air.